Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.